At 11 months old, Hattie . . .
. . . still has the sweetest disposition ever. She's so happy. She never fails to light up a room. She wakes up happy, goes to sleep happy and unless she's hungry or teething, is happy during all the in between times.
. . . is crawling, standing and climbing. The stairs in our house are becoming an issue.
. . . spent most of her summer in the stroller or being held.
. . . chuckles at us very easily.
. . . will "tickle" people and say, "icka icka" (or something like that).
. . . says "mama" and "dada" regularly. She's also said "Ja" and "Ben" occasionally but only once do I think she's tried to say "Claire."
. . . stopped breastfeeding two weeks ago. She's taking it better than her mother.
. . . loves Cheerios, strawberries, bananas, cucumbers, little bits of pizza* and anything off of anyone else's plate. She can sense when we've prepared food separately for her, and doesn't like it.
. . . loves to give kisses.
. . . is still our smallest baby. She still fits into some of her 9 - 12 month clothing!
. . . prefers her Mama to anyone else.
. . . claps anytime someone says "yay!" or "all done!" She also throws her hands up when anyone says, "So big!"
. . . signs for "more" and sometimes "please" and "cup."
. . . will stick her finger up way her nose whenever we ask her where it is. It's ended badly a few times so we don't ask that very much.
. . . loves to eat her toes.
*This falls into the ever expanding category of "things that happen with the 4th child, that never would have happened with the 1st."